The summons from Triton, Nereid and Associates specified a Thursday.
It further specified half past ten in the morning, formal morning dress, and the presentation of the enclosed authenticating token upon arrival—a small disc of pressed sea-glass, smooth and cold as a held breath, which Petra had examined with the expression of someone cataloguing evidence at a trial in which she was, against her better judgment, both witness and defendant.
Thursday arrived, as Thursdays do, with complete indifference to whether one was prepared for it.
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